Funny Deep Poems | Examples
These Funny Deep poems are examples of Deep poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Deep Funny poems written by international poets.
HUNGER’S AWARENESS BOAST
I have no boundaries,
And an unusual equanimity;
My equality is most extraordinary:-
The world over, there’s my shared pity;
Like death, I practice a weird democracy:-
Matters not to me, who and where you may be
I’m there in all cities, states, and every country:-
There will always be a luscious place for the old me;
I’ve survived in the best and the poorest family:-
I’m as old as time, and still here, ticking too:-
Y’all better get on to what you need to do;
I may soon be coming to visit with you:-
You may think this is all really funny,
But one day, you may cry with me:-
Loving You Is an Art ????
Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.
It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.
Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the beads scatter
I do not leave them behind.
I gather them, mend them,Like
The way I would gather your broken pieces
And heal them with love.
Loving you is a design,
A vision that sparks in my mind daily,
A creation I bring to life,
Over and over again.
Loving you... is my masterpiece.
Dog chases his tail round and round,
was he spell bound?
He looks very funny,
like a wound up dog bunny.
Did you ever feel like this crazy dog?
Are you living in a fog?
Maybe you are asking where am I going?
Is life unknowing?
Could we be chasing our own tail?
Take a deep breath and have a cold ginger ale.
This feeling is complacent,
it just doesn't feel adjacent,
too much or to little,
reciprocation is unrealistic,
your stupid but unforgettable,
unattainable and unavailable,
there's a bond hard to break,
I want to escape,
but isn't that a mistake?
We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing,
you were a boy but I wanted a man,
I was a woman but you wanted a girl,
two different people,
two different worlds.
-popular_loner
Unity brings all together
Humility keeps them forever
Humiliation sets them apart
Prosperity makes all bright
Possibilities they all ride or strive for.
No discipline
No results or success
Steady insults
Brings you regrets
If you wanna know
Please always ask questions
Not living with assumptions.
Every habit
Is a consumption
Consuming your time or money
Giving memories
When you start fading
Making you lazy, then you start acting crazy.
When you don't get the glory
It makes you shady
When you get the glory
You start glowing
If you forget your shortcomings
You become cunning
Then you think those that are holy
Are living funny, just because your value only depends on money.
My baby Fumi
She never fools me
She always gives me butterflies
In my tummy
She's so funny
But not cunning
She's just like my mummy
She always stands for, by and with me.
She always puts me
Under detention
Without pressure or tension
But just to gain my attention
Because I take her to different dimensions
Leading her to her destination
That's why she always follows my directions.
She said it's me or nothing
I'm her choice
Because I give her everything
I make her believe in true love again
Because I never deceive her
Steadily saying I can see clearly now
That all guys or men are not the same.
Billions of galaxies,
Plenty of planets,
Moons and suns,
Unfathomable stars,
Bountiful black holes,
Drastic darkness,
Yet on this esoteric earth
My minute head is
Filled with frivolous
And quizzical questions,
“What should I have for dinner?”
“Am I going to be a winner?”
Funny how we take everything
For granted guilelessly,
The thing we call life,
Feels like a distraction sometimes,
Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals,
Imbecilic circle,
Just like a circus,
Fathers on hamster wheels,
Mothers on tea cup rides,
Children on roller coasters,
Is life a distraction from life?
Free will is another topic
Of a mystery map to
Deeply dive in and discover
That all that matters is
The clouds in your coffee,
The sun in your pancakes,
And the moon in your pain au chocolat.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching between lyre to inspire -
And the sober thoughts of black.
If all I love is theory,
And if all I know is fiction,
Then why do eyes get teary,
To the tune of my prediction?
I could dream a thousand times,
And play the songs that flow.
If nothing else at least it rhymes,
With my heart and face aglow.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching to inquire and tire -
All the sober thoughts of black.
It's far more fun to forget,
And to sing for what excites.
In ignorance it's nice to get,
A chance to see the lights.
Even if these words won't last,
I don't mind their stay for now.
Lyrics should be slow not fast,
We don't have to wonder how.
It's funny. The mind is taken aback,
Switching inspire to quiet fire -
And smoke's sober thoughts of black.
Vitamins, chained to shallow waters. Buried in a cave. Below the world. I stand ready. Waiting for more. Seeds of sorrow planted deep.
Mercy or remorse. Shadows aside I sense you near me.
Nightly rain sparks my soul. Sheer pain take over the globe.
Holding fast to what brings comfort. Joy and Bliss belong to us all.
Ascend the sky and mount her clouds.
Journey toward the visions end.
Cosmic peace and faith to follow the wind. Wisdom in bundles.
Hope restored insight to seek the waves.
Questions tempt us to answer our calling.
Shape the stone and crave it into life.
Knocking the wall down.
Doom quakes the foundation of the earth.
He drew a deer that fled toward our home.
Still I stand in delight craving my own stillness.
Meet the owl as it screeches like a bell.
There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven
Whatever you've lost
Don't go in search for it
If you can't find it
It always leave you insane
Start looking for who to blame.
Transfer your pain into glory
Leave story, let bye gone be bye gone.
I'm so funny
But not cunning
Ha ha ha ha ha
The vibes I give
Always keep you laughing
If we believe, then we'll receive
Let go whatever that doesn't choose you.
Bright is the way
When it's your time
When's not your time
Sometimes very dark
If there's none to lean on.
What belongs to you
Will always be with, by and around you.
My fear and laughter
Both always so unwanted
At most awkward times
What they condemn publicly
They secretly admire
What they despise publicly
They secretly respect
They're so deceiving
Acting cunning and it's not funny.
They're so crispy
Very and always crafty
Attaining anything with deceit
Always trampling on another
They're very cunning
Pretending to be authentic
Even when their intentions ain't genuine.
They're so cunning
Forgetting the companion
They're always after substances
Causing chaos
Whenever they don't get it
Steadily brainwashing any
Just to use, ruin and rule over them.
Life of a street girl
Not easy
To survive
Always trying
To survive
Either by hookup
Or by crook.
Always looking
For a way to go
Life of a street girl
Is always tough
Very rough
Always living wrong.
Whatever she owns
Didn't comes by
Easily or for free
Life of a street girl
Very funny and crazy lifestyle.
I followed the path because I recognised it
as the path that followed me
sunlight made the pebbles paler
as I made them darker like a shadow
I rounded a bend in the path
as the path rounded the bend in my arm
circling my palm, circling a lake
I walked as the path, the route I was taking
this 'outside' taking me
as the pebbles ignored me,
as the birds sang, as the ferns feathered
my woes - the gnarly roots up-earthing,
my sudden funny thoughts - the rays
shooting between the branches
I think they knew
but they didn't say, just welcomed me
in my time of need
I think they knew the darkness in my room
unfinished hobbies overwhelming time
left aside, strewn and scattered
sometimes pen tore through paper
on an over-turned table
I looked behind
the path was scored, gauged by my drag
as I rounded the path
as the path rounded me